I hate the Summer

It’s coming.

I can feel it. I know it.

The calendar says so.

We’re almost there. Dear God no. Please no.

People have been, for the last week, complaining about the weather. My mates cancelled football yesterday because it was too cold. Seriously. Last night it was 4 degrees in Beirut. At the moment, we’d make Merseyside look tropical.

But I love it. I love the cold. The rain. The storms. I sit in bed at night and open the window of my 14^th floor flat bedroom window. I lie under the covers and listen to the storm and the rain, welcome the cold that enters my room and go to sleep soothing to the sound of the wind shaking the now closed shutters.

I love the Winter.

The Summer, however I can’t stand. I literally start getting depressed the minute the winter ends. And as we enter March, it’s getting to the stage where winter’s on its last legs. It’s almost done.

Seriously, who likes the Summer in Beirut?

We start going to the beach in May, get bored of it in June and then it becomes too hot to go in July. Work grinds to a halt and you spend your days wondering how to fill your time. You try to organize a football game but people tell you they wont play in the heat. You finally managed to sort out a few players  but you stop running after 5 minutes, get dehydrated after 15 and need 2 days to recover. It’s the summer transfer window so you spend all the time on the internet reading some ridiculous rumors that you know will never pan out.

 You park your car in the garage, get sticky and sweaty by the time you get to it and need to wait 5 minutes for the steering wheel to cool before you touch it. You then curse the world as you burn your back while sitting in the car seat.

The roads are deserted. There’s no life in the city. Everyone’s at the beach complaining about the heat or in the mountains complaining about the heat. You take several showers a day, live in air conditioning, and dream of the winter.

By July you can’t swim in the sea because of the jellyfishes. You go to parties and gatherings but it’s so hot you can’t wait to get home and shower. You start dreaming of cooler climes, but you know we’ve only just begun. The days are neverending. The sun sets at 8pm but it feels like midnight. There’s no escape.

Ramadan starts and the roads are even more deserted and work slower still. People come from abroad and that’s cool for a while but then there’s too much traffic. You walk around in shorts and bermudas, feel like an American tourist, lose your sunglasses and go crazy at the sight of half-naked women.

You smoke indoors and get yelled at because you’re suffocating people that can’t open the window. You go outside to smoke and suffocate because of the humidity yourself. You have to listen to a bunch of idiots telling you how much they love the Summer…

It’s coming. Good God no. Please no…

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Then you won't like HK, hot steamy and sticky! but it is babe town, baby....